Interesting thing happened to me the other day. I got off the train in the morning to discover it was raining. An inbetween kind of rain, more than spitting, less than torrential. It is about a ten minute walk from the station to the office and I contemplated waiting it out but it looked unlikely to stop any time soon. So I braved it. I walked with my head up and the rain and cold air on my skin felt wonderful. Everyone else was running madly but I walked calmly but with determination. When I got in, my hair was plastered to my head but my clothes, underneath my coat was dry. Luckily I don’t wear a lot of makeup so I did not have to contend with racoon eyes, so damage was minimal. I was smiling from ear to ear. Must have looked like a crazy person. But I am not. I was just happy. My team laughed good natured my and I said, “I know, I know I look like a drowned rat but, honestly, that rain felt glorious”.
I am more positive about life when I do not see him.
